It's not so bad, after all.

    You get pretty used to it after a few hours.

    It makes sitting down kind of uncomfortable, but other than that, you don't do that many things that require two free hands.

    But that evening, just as you are getting used to this new way of living -- almost beginning to like some aspects of it -- your hand comes free when you take a dump.

    Oh well.  C'est la vie.


    Go up in the attic.

    Go bonk Sandy.

    Use your other hand to search for something really crusty in the back of your underwear.